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October 31, 2020
A Poem from “Light and Shade”, Prompted by the Announcement of a Second Lockdown
On Saturday 31 October, Prime Minister Boris Johnson announced that England will be going into a second lockdown from midnight Thursday 5 November. This announcement reminded me of my poem “Furlough”, which is reproduced below:
Furlough
During the time
Of Corona, girls unseen
May fulfil a lonely man’s dream.
While poets smile
And spend their time
Composing rhyme.
“An Englishman’s home is his castle,”
Neighbours say.
And, wishing to avoid hassle,
They look the other way
As girls (ineligible for ...
When I Went On A Halloween Date
When I went on a Halloween date
With a girl who calls herself Kate,
We stopped by a grave
Where I met with Dave.
Who shares that grave with Miss Kate!
Whilst Walking Through The Graveyard On Halloween
Whilst walking through the graveyard on Halloween
I saw a ghoul dressed in green.
When I said, “why not white?”.
He replied, “because this Halloween night,
You are having a very strange dream!”.
My Halloween
I awoke from a most horrible dream
On the day that’s known as Halloween.
I rubbed my eyes
And, to my surprise,
Found the Devil had eaten the cream!
October 30, 2020
Late Autumn
Cold day.
No sun
Does say
Late Autumn
Has come.
Nabokov Coughs
Nabokov coughs.
Lolita passes through the ages
Captured, in a novel’s pages.
The novelty of sin
Wears thin.
Is there a heart
To find behind
This dark art.
October 29, 2020
My Hair
When a young lady named Claire
Started to pull on my hair,
I, being no masochist
Said, “you must desist!”.
But Claire really liked my hair!
October 28, 2020
An Ageing Libertine
An ageing libertine
Whose every dream
Has been achieved, grieves
For he sees
The same, inane
Undressing. Caressing. Undressing. caressing.
Lost in alcohol.
Each girl a doll
To be undressed.
Caressed. Undressed. Caressed. Undressed.
But, behind all his lust
Lurks his fear of dust.
A Grave Situation
When a corpse whose name was Dave
Jumped out of a most ancient grave
And said to me,
“Come round for tea”.
I said, “Dave, I’m not that brave!”.
The Subjective Appreciation of Art
When a young lady posing in the nude
Said, “you may all think me extremely rude!”,
The good bishop Heart
Admired her fine art.
But his wife said something really quite crude!
